The season is getting cold
I don’t dare to stay in the cold wind
The more I sleep, the sleepier I get
Who dares to lax
On sickbed, holding you
Couldn’t put myself together, yet could feel
the latent heartache
I don’t dare to stay in the cold wind
The more I sleep, the sleepier I get
Who dares to lax
On sickbed, holding you
Couldn’t put myself together, yet could feel
the latent heartache
I wish I could die
To be on my last gasp is worse than death
The concurrence of cold, cough, and pain of being jilted
Make me couldn’t be strong
After taking the medicine, very thirsty
Subconsciously missing you even more
Who would’ve thought to live healthy if one has never been inflicted by a serious illness
To be on my last gasp is worse than death
The concurrence of cold, cough, and pain of being jilted
Make me couldn’t be strong
After taking the medicine, very thirsty
Subconsciously missing you even more
Who would’ve thought to live healthy if one has never been inflicted by a serious illness
Sick of trying medicines
The moment of critical care has passed
It doesn’t matter how a dead heart is being treated
Who would care and be considerate
My legs have already lost their strengths
Losing you while the mind is muddled would make it easier to forget
the bitterness of my tears
The moment of critical care has passed
It doesn’t matter how a dead heart is being treated
Who would care and be considerate
My legs have already lost their strengths
Losing you while the mind is muddled would make it easier to forget
the bitterness of my tears
Everyone is ill in their own way, among the cross-infections
The more I sleep, the sleepier I get
A stroke to my emotion
The condition is serious
Those who have been numbed know
that the aftermath is like angina
The more I sleep, the sleepier I get
A stroke to my emotion
The condition is serious
Those who have been numbed know
that the aftermath is like angina
I wish I could die
To be on my last gasp is worse than death
The concurrence of cold, cough, and pain of being jilted
Make me couldn’t be strong
After taking the medicine, very thirsty
Subconsciously missing you even more
Who would’ve thought to live healthy if one has never been inflicted by a serious illness
To be on my last gasp is worse than death
The concurrence of cold, cough, and pain of being jilted
Make me couldn’t be strong
After taking the medicine, very thirsty
Subconsciously missing you even more
Who would’ve thought to live healthy if one has never been inflicted by a serious illness
Sick of trying medicines
The moment of critical care has passed
It doesn’t matter how a dead heart is being treated
Who would care and be considerate
My legs have already lost their strengths
Losing you while the mind is muddled would make it easier to forget
The moment of critical care has passed
It doesn’t matter how a dead heart is being treated
Who would care and be considerate
My legs have already lost their strengths
Losing you while the mind is muddled would make it easier to forget
This terminal illness has been put off until this day
I ignored it
It is now incurable, all treatments are useless
I ignored it
It is now incurable, all treatments are useless
I wish I could die
To be on my last gasp is worse than death
The concurrence of cold, cough, and pain of being jilted
Make me couldn’t be strong
After taking the medicine, very thirsty
Weakness makes me even more hysterical
Who would’ve thought to live healthy if one has never been inflicted by a serious illness
To be on my last gasp is worse than death
The concurrence of cold, cough, and pain of being jilted
Make me couldn’t be strong
After taking the medicine, very thirsty
Weakness makes me even more hysterical
Who would’ve thought to live healthy if one has never been inflicted by a serious illness
Sick of trying medicines
Emotion didn’t get any better
There is no way to embrace you again
I might just as well delay the shot
Yet couldn’t holdout until your departure
Losing you while the mind is muddled would make it easier to forget
the bitterness of my tears
Emotion didn’t get any better
There is no way to embrace you again
I might just as well delay the shot
Yet couldn’t holdout until your departure
Losing you while the mind is muddled would make it easier to forget
the bitterness of my tears
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